The Marrying of ZIM

32. Possibilities.

"Do you want to come to my wedding?" I asked Fatima.

We were sitting on the couch at the foot of my bed playing Halo in survival mode. Was I moving too fast with this friendship? She complained that her roommate was always messy and noisy so I offered her shelter in one of my guest rooms, not permanently though.

"Of course! I'd never say no but I don't have any formal clothes." She frowned.

"Have a button down? Pants? Wear those." I restrained myself from offering my clothes or offering to buy her something.

"Whew, thought you were going to say wear a dress or something." She laughed.

"Why would I?" I scrunched up my nose.

"I'm wearing a suit." I told her.

"You are? Damn, that's pretty tight. You're fiancé must be pretty chill." She nodded her head.

"He is." A small smile grew on my face as I thought about Kwashie.

"ZIM!!?" I heard from outside of my room.

"Your dad is home?" Fatima asked me.

"Nah, he doesn't get in till after 7 and I already told him about you. He's cool with it." I paused the game and left the room.

I walked down the steps and into the foyer and saw no one so I turned back and made my way into the kitchen and there was Kwashie standing beside the kitchen island with a brown box that had a green bow around it.

"Couldn't you just come to my room?" I rolled my eyes.

"And miss the opportunity to shout your name? No." She chuckled.

"Fatima is here." I said.

"You're spending a lot of time with Fatima." She raised her eyebrow.

"October just started, it hasn't even been a month as yet. You're exaggerating." I scoffed.

"Sure. Anything you say." She rolled her eyes and I wondered why she sounded annoyed.

"What's in the box?" I switched the topic.

"Something Richard said he should've gotten a long time ago from a bargain he won." He said.

"I don't know why you keep betting and bargaining when you're obviously so terrible at it." She held onto her chest and I watched as her body shook from the laughter.

"Yo, chill before I fight you on that." I hissed my teeth.

"Can you do my hair for me?" She asked after her laughter died down.

"Weekend."

"Can't you do it now?" She looked at her watch.

"It's like 5:30." She pointed out.

"No, weekend. You can manage until then." Her hair was fuzzy but it was nothing some conditioner, water and oil in a spray bottle with a brush couldn't fix.

"You always dey wait until my hair fully grown out and look messy before you fix it o." She huffed.

"Girl, shut the hell up. I'm sure the hairdresser that installed your locks told you every four to five weeks so stop bitching." I walked away to get a banana.

"You have no manners whatsoever." She shook her head.

"What you gonna do about it?" I smirked.

"Something other than sex because it obviously isn't working." She sighed.

"We're not even having sex right now. You're putting me through a dry period until the wedding night." I groaned.

"At least it's not as long as the first time." She laughed.